Criptic Critic Conscience and Known for it

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Know Who You Are At Every Age

 

My senses are addicted to, 

a discreet desire

 to observe such, feel such, behave such, 

it makes this hard for me. 

I'm not real and I deny, 

I won't heal unless I cry. 

I cant grieve, so I wont grow, 

I won't heal til I let it go.

 I'm not real and I deny, 

I won't heal unless I cry. 

 

 My senses are addicted to, 

a discreet desire 

to observe such, feel such, behave such, 

it makes this hard for me. 

I'm not real and I deny, 

I won't heal unless I cry. 

I cant grieve, so I wont grow, 

I won't heal til I let it go.

 

 Cry, cry, cry til you know why, I lost myself, identify. 

 Cry, cry, cry til you know why, I lost myself, identify.

 

I'm not real and I deny, 

I won't heal unless I cry

I cant grieve, so I wont grow, 

I won't heal til I let it go.

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